To start off, I want to make it clear that this is a lighthearted post, when I texted my husband about this today, he thought I was upset, but frankly I find it kinda funny.
I saw my pdoc today, who doubles as my therapist, and she’s a specialist in TRD, so she gets it. She was telling me that I’m one of her top 3 sickest patients, and I just found it so funny and it sorta made me feel special. I guess it’s cuz she knows that seeing me is gonna be a challenge and yet she continues to see me weekly and does her damndest to help me (I’m always afraid of getting fired by my doctors). Later today I told my grandfather about this discussion she and I had (he’s the most supportive family I have), and he told me that it was great news. Apparently a couple of years ago she told him that I was her sickest patient, so I must be getting better slowly but surely! What a great thing to hear. It definitely made the rest of my day go by faster. Sometimes it’s so hard to look back and see that there have been any positive changes in my depression, mostly because of my wrecked memory, but this was great to get some evidence of things going right. I hope everyone else can get a semi-physical example of their illness(es) improving. Sending hugs!